Nighttime attacks
Along with a storm
The sky is like a party
Lightning the disco ball, thunder the music

But I don't want to dance
There's no beat in thunder
No fun in lightning
No smile in these clouds

I sit on my bed and stare outside
Looking but not seeing
Listening but not hearing
As the world goes mad around me

No reason to respond to useless texts
"It's so rainy"
"I hate thunder"
Why can't they all shut up?

I don't care what they feel.
Do they think I can't see it's was raining?
And there's nothing I can do about the thunder
They're smart enough to know that.

I'm trying to understand
Given up on daydreams
Raindrops are not pebbles
And I am not the Juliet to your Romeo

There is no Juliet
There is no Romeo
To be honest, that's the lamest book I've ever read.
And I'm done with thinking about this

"This" isn't real
It's never going to last
Not when I've seen it
It, this, whatever. It always fades

Strong at first
But fraying as time goes on
And I don't want that
I should've realized it before